A Midnight to Remember
Lately the weather's been gorgeous any time that I've had no time to spend outside, but I've finally had my moment in the sun, as it weren't.
I had forgotten how much I love being outside at midnight. It's a magical couple of minutes (because no clocks ever match, so I'm never quite sure when it is) where it feels like the world can change in a heartbeat and all you have to do is think it hard enough. Especially when it's just cool enough that you can only spend about ten minutes outside even if you have dressed for the weather, because that makes it all the more memorable.
But the best midnights, the best midnights are thunderstorms.
It's been years since I've gotten to properly watch a thunderstorm, that is at least mostly in out of the rain, and silently, preferably with a few loved ones. Best if you're outside but if your windows are clear, that'll do. I don't even remember when my last midnight thunderstorm was, but I'm glad I had this one, and I'm glad I was alone. I needed that magic for myself tonight. I needed the power of the storm to remind me of the variety of the universe.
I don't know if I'll feel horribly depressed tomorrow. I don't know if I'll get yet more bad news tomorrow. But I'll have the memory of this storm, peaking at midnight just for me, the pounding rain inches from my feet and occasionally skipping over my face, and that will remind me of the strength in the world, even if it isn't my own.
Thanks be to God.
I had forgotten how much I love being outside at midnight. It's a magical couple of minutes (because no clocks ever match, so I'm never quite sure when it is) where it feels like the world can change in a heartbeat and all you have to do is think it hard enough. Especially when it's just cool enough that you can only spend about ten minutes outside even if you have dressed for the weather, because that makes it all the more memorable.
But the best midnights, the best midnights are thunderstorms.
It's been years since I've gotten to properly watch a thunderstorm, that is at least mostly in out of the rain, and silently, preferably with a few loved ones. Best if you're outside but if your windows are clear, that'll do. I don't even remember when my last midnight thunderstorm was, but I'm glad I had this one, and I'm glad I was alone. I needed that magic for myself tonight. I needed the power of the storm to remind me of the variety of the universe.
I don't know if I'll feel horribly depressed tomorrow. I don't know if I'll get yet more bad news tomorrow. But I'll have the memory of this storm, peaking at midnight just for me, the pounding rain inches from my feet and occasionally skipping over my face, and that will remind me of the strength in the world, even if it isn't my own.
Thanks be to God.